The Artist Behind the Craft

[Orion Darkstar]

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Planet: Nar Shaddaa​

Location: Promenade​

Place: The Black Adder​

Time: 12:22:15​

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The Smugglers' Moon; it was a dark and infested place. No matter where you walked or stood, inner workings of the city stirred in the darkest of shadows, with the darkest of hearts. A true haven for those bred for evil and deception. Even though anger and greed were at the forefront of such things, Orion harbored true evil; the dark side. The trash that walked about among the narrow walkways were fierce criminals, sitting in wait to strike at a oblivious winner from a nearby casino. It was greed at its finest, but what such criminals didn't know, was that there was always going to be someone above them looking for money. A cut from their shady dealings, all the kingpins of their sectors would demand it. It was such a simple structure, but some lived for a life of dishonest wealth, forever spreading terror in the eyes of those who couldn't brave the elements of crime. ​

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Regardless, Orion arrived for other reasons. He couldn't get the image out of his head. The intricate design of the black assassins dagger; famine was stuck in his mind. He remembered the sword of war, the precious tool that Krest; his master, constantly had sheathed at his side. Still, the base of the dagger gave him an exciting shiver as he looked over the pictures in his hand. The perfect flow of wavy metal entwined into the sharp end of the dagger like water. Only a true master at their craft could forge such an elegant creation. It wasn't jealousy that brought him interest in such a weapon, rather how it was made, and most of all; by who. The pictures had lead him here, poking around for who may have been responsible for such art. Orion was close he could feel it. The only reason he felt confident on such a night as this was a note, wrinkled and slightly torn resting in his pocket. An informant told him to look for a place called, The Black Adder. ​

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Orion stepped into the neon light from above, his attire that of a tank top and black pants. A utility belt strapped to his waist with a visible hilt made for an ancient warrior; a lightsaber. It didn't help that crowd after crowd of people exiting and entering from the Black Adder began to give him nasty looks. Some going as far to secretly make note of his pale complexion and pointy ears. It was typical of a human to be ignorant and thus, Orion ignored such insubordination. Being a Zelosian came with its difficulties, but at least he wasn't a dirty human. Orion grinned, his soft lips curling upward as he read the sign on the sliding door. ​

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"Casino Night." Orion said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Should be plenty of people to ask at least." A light grunt escaped him, his green eyes rolling. "I hate casino nights..."​

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He lifted his arm to look at the tiny piece of paper. Small lettering scribbled across the light grey line provided. ​

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The Black Adder, Ask around, you'll find what you're looking for. ​

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He read it quickly and crumpled it back up into his fist with a tight squeeze and walked into the Black Adder. The sudden change from the daunting outside to a colorful display of mint condition decor made his eyes widen. The establishment was well built, the floor plan providing a large opening as he stared at a giant circular bar. The bright pink and red strobe lights swaying back and forth lit up the few that were dancing to the music blaring throughout. It truly was a different world from moments ago. Orion cracked a smile, striding forward as he meandered around the group of people in front of the bar. If was going to get any sort of valuable information, he'd start with the bartender. As he made his way through, he slammed his hand down onto the counter, the bright white outlining his hand as it made contact. ​

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"Tender!" He shouted. His emerald jewels scanned for anything odd in the backdrop of the dancers. Nothing grabbed his attention before the tender made his way over. The bartender wore a smooth crisp suit that reminded him of a butler. Orion looked him over for only a moment before skipping introductions and going for the throat. "Where can I find him!?" Orion said, his voice still raised thanks to the music. ​

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"Find who?" The bartender asked. ​

"Forget it. I'll just show you."​

Orion slid the picture across the counter waiting for the tender to examine it carefully. "Do you know now?" Orion said, another rare smile planted on his youthful face. "Or do I have to beat it out of you? Who made these...the bow and dagger. Someone told me I could find them here." ​

"I...I don't really know. Honestly, I've never seen anything like those before. Listen, I just serve drinks all day. I can't keep getting harassed by the public around here. It's getting old." The bartender said, his voice holding a sign of irritation. ​

"So you've never seen them before?"​

"Nope. Not once, trust me I would remember. Sorry I couldn't help."​

"Useless." ​

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Orion turned away from the counter the young and old mixture of drunks and gamblers made his smile retract. He too didn't mind gambling, but that was only because he enjoyed the rush. Most that played the game of fortune were too greedy, hunting an invisible wealth. All the while there were those in the galaxy like Orion, a sith playing the melody of true greed. A constant thirst for knowledge and power. It's what drove most sith, but in the end some took it too far, seeking the abysmal fate of immortality. It was funny to him, these people spent their hard earned money on such foolishness. Still, the appeal was there but only for a moment before he stepped into another part of the building on the top floor. A shiny gold lettering streaking across the sign reading, High Roller.​

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Orion pondered for the slightest moment and stepped forward.​

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Maybe he didn't hate casino nights after all...​

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[member="Darth Lykos"]​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Dispassionate grey eyes followed the male as he prowled away from the bartender and towards the High Roller section of The Black Adder, sighing softly in annoyance as she did so. Her Lord, the White Assassin and owner of the Adder, Darth Lykos, had requested of her that she wait for the arrival of the young man that he had guided towards him. According to her Lord the man, one Orion Darkstar, had been inquiring after the creator of Famine's Taint and Bow of the White Ash, the personal weapons of the Black Assassin and White Assassin respectively, and, so as to find out the Acolyte's intent behind the inquiries Lykos had chosen to meet with Orion face to face; if only to ensure that he was not inquiring after the knowledge so as to betray the Assassins, Apprentice to Krest, the Red Assassin, or not that would result in her Lord ensuring his permanent removal from the mortal coil.

Sighing again, Tiae'khta Bhenjwa, Darth Gvibir and loyal Hand to Dark Lykos, pushed herself way from the wall that she had been leaning against and began to make her way over to the bar that Orion had just left. The crowd around her seemed to part naturally before reforming in her wake as the grace that her Master had ensured she always embodied, even outside of battle, meant that watching her walk through a crowd was like watching a fin cut through water due to the effortless manner in which she walked.

Stares followed after her, but she payed them no mind. If the peasants that her Lord allowed to flock the Adder so as to liberate them of their money and line the Assassin's accounts with it were so weak willed as to be distracted by a lithe woman dressed in a form-fitted black dress that fell down to her ankles and black lace gloves, white feathers woven into flowing dark hair, then they were doubly unworthy of her time and her attention. The one time a rather inebriated male human, reaking of the alcohol he had been indulging in, was the one time that she reacted to the attention she was recieving and broke her graceful poise. In the end, the man ended up on the ground, hunched over with tears marking his features as he cradled his groin and Tiae'khta was left to continue on her way unmolested.

"Krel," despite the rather doll-like appearance Tiae'khta bore her voice was cold and sharp, "what did he ask you? What did he show you?"

For but a single moment, it looked as if the bartender, Krel, would choose not to answer to such a pointed request, however, as he turned to confront whoever had asked him the questions fear danced across his face as he stared at the one that had spoken. "G-Gvibr." With a harsh cough, Krel would clear his throat, fighting off the stutter that had momentarily seized him in him fright. "Forgive me, my lady, I didn't know it was you. Otherwise I would not have hesitated to answer a fellow servant of the Lord Ly-"

He would be cut off with a harsh gag as black lace covered, thin but powerful fingers would wrap around his throat and pale grey eyes would flash a corrupted yellow. "You dare speak our Lord's name in public?" Her voice was now an ice-cold whisper, one almost consumed by the pounding music. "Now, I care not for what excuses you may have, peasant. So, try not to test my patience again by breaking secrecy and created false assurances to save yourself. Answer the questions."

Nodding rapidly in desperation as he began to struggle to breath, Krel would signal his agreement before being released with a rapid gulps of air as he rubbed at his sore throat. When he spoke again, it was with a distinct rasp. "He asked where to find someone and showed me pictures of a dagger and bow, my lady. Nothing more, nothing less. I swear it." Ignoring the desperate gleam of fear in Krel's eyes and choosing to not respond to him, Tiae'khta span around sharply and disappeared into the crowds in pursuit of Orion. Behind her, she left a relieved Krel to collapse upon the bar for a few seconds before he would turn to pour, and then down, a drink.

Following after Orion towards the high roller suit, Tiae'khta's mind would reach out along the Force Bond tethered to her mind, passing along a single thought before she would refocus herself. Stepping up behind Orion, she would bow low, adopting the doll-like persona she often did. "Excuse me, Sir?" Unlike before, her voice was gentle, hesitant, with no sign of coldness to be found. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but your request has been granted. We of the Adder apologise for the fact that you were forced to deal with a rather incompetent member of staff. If Sir would please follow me, I will take you to the cloak room so you may seek out what is yours, find what you seek."

Bellow the noisiness of The Black Adder, enshrouded in quietness, a single scarred hand would place a tumbler atop a glass table and a dark smirk pulling at a pair of lips as voice foreign to the male's mind would speak. "Darkstar is here. I'm bringing him to you now. He's not well armoured, only a lightsaber is visible. I don't doubt that he may be carrying unseen weapons and items, but, it should be easy enough to neutralise him should he prove a threat."


[member="Orion Darkstar"]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Casino Chips. ​

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They were stacked in fluctuating colors around the table, a significant difference compared to the farthest player at the other end of the table. The man bore a dark jacket, his hair spiked upward violently. The only that caught Orion off guard was his solid cold face, eyes hidden from the slick shades that hung on the ears of the gambler. He was the clear winner, a stack of chips that could easily feed the poor beggars on the narrow streets of Nar Shaddaa. The only that made Orion curious about the man was his hands, ever shifting the chips between each other a skill that took time to learn. Orion was impressed, but the man had a tell. ​

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Didn't everyone? ​

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Orion stood patiently waiting for his chance to sit down at the same table as the talented gambler. The excitement that welled up inside of him almost broke his initial concentration. Just as the dealer waved him over to sit, the chip leader locked eyes with Orion. Both were unwavering, until a smile reached the unknown man's face. Then, like a gift from the force he felt a tap on his shoulder. The pale indent of his muscular outcrop on his shoulders signified another, a woman bowing as she retracted her finger from his skin. Orion looked to the man at the table before smirking. ​

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Lucky guy... This better be good. ​

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His feet flowed over one another as he quickly turned around and found a deep grey staring back at his own lush green eyes. Orion hadn't been in the company of many women that had such strikingly dark, black hair. Her skin was almost that of a shockingly white powder, but Orion was used to such complexion given his Zelosian roots. His eyes stretched to her hands, wrapped in a black lace a touching aesthetic that complimented the rest of her outfit. She was surprisingly beautiful; at least for Orion's taste. Still, such things would have to wait till he found out exactly what she wanted. He stood silent, observing her frail figure. If he learned one thing from his relentless studies it was not to judge a book by its cover. A true quote that stuck with the wiser of those within the ranks of sith. Even a frail piece could have the power to be deadly. His brow rose, one hand falling to his side as another reached for his chin. His slender fingers grazing his hilt for a moment, before the black haired woman spoke. If things took a turn for the worst, he was ready. ​

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"Forgive me for the intrusion, but your request has been granted. We of the Adder apologize for the fact that you were forced to deal with a rather incompetent member of staff. If Sir would please follow me, I will take you to the cloak room so you may seek out what is yours, find what you seek."​

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The voice was sweet, almost that of a young adult. It was rare to be greeted with such professionalism, clearly she was a servant to the man he had been seeking out. Although, in light of such hasty directions, it could still be a trap. He took note of his surroundings as he felt the cool air from above blow into his streaky, long hair. There would be no interference from the security guards if he had to fight, that much was certain; they all had been preoccupied by the man he thirsted to gamble against behind him. Orion shifted his thought for only a second. ​

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Maybe he cheated? Unfortunate, I looked forward to figuring out his tell. ​

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"Very well, lead the way." Orion said, his voice gentlemanly as he followed behind. He spotted the people around him, many of them in suits and dresses. He clearly stuck out, not his best choice of the night. If it meant getting what he wanted he cared little for the money hungry whelps staring at him as they walked. He peered down toward her side, her hips shifting to and fro, but other than the nice scenery, no craftsmanship was shown. It was peculiar that the man he sought, wouldn't have made a weapon for his very own servant or right hand. He had to be careful, anything could await him behind unseen doors. Poking around such as he had could get someone killed, even so, perhaps lady luck was on his side this very night and he would get what he wanted.​

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[member="Darth Lykos"]​

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